"What is this place?!!", you may be asking.
We ventured into the world of retirement and joined 100+ (not exactly "hundreds") thrill-seeking senior citizens for a night of bingo. 192 games, no wins, and a shiny pink dobber (ink blotter thing) later.... we left. I suppose a record of 0-192 only leaves room for improvement.
Ba-da-bing! Cat eyes. Let there be light. (cat eyes = light attached to Greg's hat. Don't worry, I didn't know either)
Ba-da-boom! Generator hooked up to Dish. Let there be TV.
Oh, Adventures of Indoor Camping, how we love thee.
*We had returned to Harlan for the weekend to take care of the farm. We found no power, but in its place was a generator powering the fridge, George Foreman, and a single lamp. From there, Greg rigged it so we could also get TV. Essentials are important :)
As much as we love Adventures of Indoor Camping, we also love farm chores. We spent the weekend cruising around in 12 mph tractors loading & delivering hay bales to cows, as well as loading and emptying bucket after bucket of corn to feed them.
Things went well until Monday morning, when we needed to head back to Rochester for Greg's radiation appointment. We left shortly after 7am to do chores, not knowing that a blizzard was rolling in.
As we took the truck with a trailer of bales out to one of the farms, we found ourselves encountering a few drifts. We charged through the first few, and emerged untouched. Yet as we crested the final hill, we found ourselves inside a tunnel of white. The truck would not budge, nor would our doors. Greg dug out of his side and stepped out to survey the damage of white that enveloped us. We were another 1/2 mile from the farm, so he grabbed an extension cord and headed out into the unknown. (the "unknown" being 40 mph winds, bitter cold, and the chance of being attacked by jaguars).
He returned an hour later in a tractor, plowing his way up the hill to rescue me. *Chivalry never dies* (gag). After many attempts to pull the truck & trailer out of neck-deep drifts (slight exaggeration is possible here) and breaking something in the process, we sneakishly (it's contagious. sorry) ditched the truck in the middle of the drifted road and raced home in the tractor at 12 mph.
Once back home, we quickly loaded the car and headed for Rochester. Our trip was lengthened, however, by interstate closings, zero visibility roads, and cravings for Chinese food. We completely missed his radiation appointment by several hours because roads were so bad. If we had known there would be such bad conditions, we may have considered digging the truck out and not leaving it for the sheriff to worry about.
As week 2 comes to a close, we continue to feel extremely blessed through your prayers and support. Greg is still experiencing NO side effects! Wow!! What a blessing :)
We appreciate you so much. Thanks for keeping in touch with us and filling us in on your life, while listening to ours. Happy Friday! :)